Do you know what it means to be your children’s ally? I’ve recently been praying for an eternal focus, and I was reminded that I recorded this podcast on that topic.
I tend to be a perfectionist. There, I said it.
Perfectionism can take on different forms – in fact, I believe it can be as varied and unique as the persons who struggle with it.
My perfectionism tends to rear its ugly head in a rather subtle form. In fact, it can be mistaken for positive qualities, such as efficiency and diligence. Only those closest to me would know that the motives behind it just might not be all that pure.
I’m afraid. Is it really worth the possible cost? This world is a scary place – I mean, Christians are being beheaded by Isis! Wouldn’t it be easier and safer to just live here and not really follow Jesus?
These are the words of a child, whom I dearly love. These are real concerns – not something to be brushed aside flippantly. These are scary times.
I’m in my forties – with years of God building trust in my heart and soul – and I daily have to decide to trust Him with my whole life, my whole heart. My prayer is that God show up big time, in an abundant way, as only He can and show my children that He really is worth every sacrifice.
Samples are not yet available. I will share them as soon as they are!
A few days ago, I wrote about how I was dealing with exhaustion and extreme mental, physical, and emotional fatigue. I said that I didn’t have the answers…nothing except Jesus is enough.
I want to revisit that statement, because the more I focused on it – Jesus is enough – the more I realized that this simple statement is the answer – the only answer I will ever need. There doesn’t ever need to be anything more. The writer part of me wants it to be more…maybe something a little more difficult to explain – perhaps something that needs more flowery words and impressive eloquence. But the truth of it is, Jesus is enough.
Like Peter, I was sinking because I took my eyes off of the fact that Jesus is enough. Little by little, I allowed the business of my life, the demands of my daily stuff to distract me at a soul level, from His hand reaching out to me, His words calling, “Come to Me! Keep your eyes on Me!” I looked down, and I realized that I’m standing on the water, and just like Peter, my faith turned to doubt – how in the world can I do this? I was experiencing extreme fatigue because of the struggle to stay afloat. Panic is exhausting!
I lost track of the fact that I’m not here because I’m the first human being to discover the supernatural ability of defying gravity, but because He has called me here. Without Him, I can do nothing. With Him, I can do anything.
First, I need to apologize for the silence of the blog – it’s been over a month since my last post.
To say that I’ve been busy in real life would be an understatement. In the last four weeks, I’ve run myself into the ground, spent every last single drop of energy, strength, and mental fortitude that I possess.
I’m sure I’m not the only one that September hits like a ton of bricks.